Hypozonic

[hypozonic]

Originally from a small civilized asteroid,Bristol Minor which somehow managed to form its own atmosphere, thought to have been due to a large amount of the ice melting and positive molecules creating some sort of gravitational pull to hold us Bristolians down, not much was know about the origin of the asteroid by civilians. It met an unexpected end when a toxic waste disposing company ejected it waste strait at us, not realizing it was inhabited.

Anyway, I was a professional freelance IT consultant, with a passion for life, and space craft. After saving up a ridiculas amount of spuds (which was our currency) I decided to by myself the only ship available to us at the time, which was basically a bubble with jets, with an inability to steer, The Bat, don't know who came up with the name, but they were stupid, it looked nothing like a bat. I decided to by this 'Bat' after my beloved best friend died, my pet worm, it had some how mutated vocal cords and could talk, admitidly, very quietly. I was heart broken, with nothing keeping me on the Brizzle Asteroid, I set off in search of either another talking worm, or more civilization. as I left the atmosphere, I noticed there was a rather large missile heading straight at my home... Rock. And I literally soiled myself, luckily my worm was already dead, so I didn't really care too much.

The explosion sent the 'bat' in to some kind of massive spinning black thing, which I have recently learned it was black hole. I popped out the other side, next to a big old planet known as Manhattan, when I say popped out, I mean popped out heading directly towards, but no matter how much I tried running in the oppisite direction to try and put a curl on my 'Bats' trajectory, It didn't work, didn't realize outer space has no air.

Next thing I know, I wake up in some big old white comfy thing, warm as toast (what ever that is) with some kinds of Cybernetic Organism next to me, taking my temperature, it a very uncombable yet arousing way.

I started to see things I had never seen, and be looked at the way I had never been looked at before, you see, from my native land, people were orange, so I looked kinda like the Tango man, whom was our football teams' mascot.

I got some small work in a drugs factory, which I later found out was illegal, so I left and became, yet again, an IT consultant, but less professional, you had Windows Vista version 3million, wasn't used to it AT ALL, I know about Windows pre 95, and that was it, we were a little behind, found floating things in space, and lassoed them in and worked out how to use them.

I got bored of staring at really cool looking screens after a few years, and when I hit 20 years of age I decided to once again use my savings and by myself a spaceship, the cheapest one at my disposal, and thrashed the living hell out of it, until it pretty much gave up then I had to by another, and was a little more... Gentle with it.

So now, I'm currently flying my Valkyrie, it steers like a boat, looks like a bag of....Got me Freelance ID, didn't want to be tied to one organization, I want to live, do what I want, go where the solar wind takes me, and find another worm...

But anyway that's me, I'm an odd ball, sarcastic, annoying, funny, handsome for an orange fella, but I am a nice guy, I assure you.

See you folks in Sirius.

Ciao